The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1221: The Arrogance of the Corpse Clan

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1221: The Arrogance of the Corpse Clan

Everyone is well aware of Wang Jie’s means, and there is nothing to look forward to.

After he offered the Great Roc Genuine Feather, a streak of golden light flashed across the arena, aiming directly at Ying Jiutian of the Corpse King Star.

Ying Jiutian sneered in disdain, "A mere feather, and you treat it as a Magical Treasure, your family must be really poor."

He waved his hand upward, conjuring a white bone stick that was one meter long.

This white bone stick appeared to be a section of a human femur, with natural fissures on its surface, smooth like mutton fat jade.

As soon as it appeared, it buzzed, carrying a momentum that seemed to shake the heavens, stirring up a wild wind within the barrier.

The onlookers outside were all shocked, exclaiming, "My god, what kind of bone is that? It has turned into a bone and still possesses such tremendous might?"

"Could it be an immortal bone?"

"It seems so, even through a layer of barrier, I can feel the immortal might radiating from it."

In the arena, Liuu Jiangnan, Anna, and Nightingale secretly worried for Wang Jie.

Bald Dog and the Ground Rat Demon King were looking around, their gaze fixated on a female cultivator with a cold demeanor, somewhat entranced.

The Ground Rat Demon King nudged it, and said with a sly laugh, "What, fancy the lass?"

"Scram!"

Bald Dog cursed and then explained, "That woman, seems like an old acquaintance of the master."

"Really?"

The Ground Rat Demon King took another look and saw that the woman also glanced back at them, seemingly dissatisfied with its earlier remarks.

Yet oblivious, it exclaimed in amazement, "Damn, another fairy, the master is really lucky!"

This woman had red lips and white teeth, exuding a fairy-like aura, truly possessing an extraordinary temperament among the crowd.

By her side stood a male cultivator, his eyebrows slightly raised, making a swipe with his void sword towards the Ground Rat Demon King.

A domineering Sword Qi slashed through the air, scaring the Ground Rat Demon King into quickly burrowing into a hole.

With a ’pu’ sound, the Sword Qi penetrated two or three meters deep into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust above.

Bald Dog swallowed hard, daring not to speak recklessly any longer.

This young man was none other than Shen Feng, the illustrious eldest son of the Shen Family from the Human Realm.

The woman beside him was Shen Yan’er; the siblings had been in closed-door cultivation at Mount Shu until recently.

They were also preparing to attend the Ghost Emperor City’s opening ceremony at the Chang’an Academy.

In the Battle Arena, Ying Jiutian swung his stick, already facing off with Wang Jie.

This bone, indeed, was a True Immortal’s femur.

Even though the True Immortal had perished, his bones remained as indomitable as ever, and after being refined by the Corpse Clan, they became a magical artifact of True Immortal level.

In the past, a magical artifact of Earth Immortal level was enough to dominate one’s surroundings in this world.

Now, with the arrival of Extraterritorial Cultivators, the level of magical artifacts has been raised by a notch.

Fortunately, the Feather Sword in Wang Jie’s hand also came from the body of a Great Roc, on par with the True Immortal’s femur.

Wang Jie, with wings of the Golden-Winged Great Roc on his back, followed the path of simultaneously cultivating both physique and spiritual power.

His spiritual power was slightly weaker; with the Great Roc Dharma Laksana overhead, he stimulated it with Essential Qi, continuously striking at Ying Jiutian with claws.

Ying Jiutian, wielding the femur bone, also pursued the path of physical cultivation.

Above his head hovered a black beast resembling a dog, with the body covered in fish scales, front claws like eagle talons, hind legs like tiger claws, deer horns atop its head, and a large, sharp mouth - a terrifying and sinister appearance.

A Great Roc and a Mythical Beast Dharma Laksana, battling in the air, fiercely pouncing and biting, their roars penetrating the barrier, prompting nearby people to cover their ears.

The Feather Sword and the True Immortal’s femur kept colliding, unleashing fierce gusts of wind and ceaseless thunderous echoes.

"Is this all you’ve got?"

Ying Jiutian let out a contemptuous long howl, and from his Storage Ring, he summoned another Magical Treasure.

This Magical Treasure was indeed a refined Corpse Dog, an ancient true body of a monstrous dog, with an extremely foul stench, sparse fur oozing pus, a bloody, sticky maw, and eye sockets devoid of pupils.

It let out a long howl as Ying Jiutian released it, coordinating with him to attack Wang Jie from behind.

Bald Dog cursed furiously outside, "Corpse Clan brat, you bastard dare to desecrate the bodies of our Dog Clan, I’ll skin you alive."

The other cultivators turned their heads to look, sizing him up and down, thinking this person was really strange, and even cursed himself as a dog.

Wang Jie was originally evenly matched with Ying Jiutian, but the appearance of the Corpse Dog quickly put him at a disadvantage.

The aura of death on this skeleton was stronger than any human.

If bitten, a regular cultivator would surely turn into a pool of thick juice, beyond saving.

Even if by some fluke they did not die, the wound tainted by the Corpse Dog’s toxic miasma would probably not allow them to live long.

Wang Jie flapped his wings, using the Roc Clan’s speed to contend with Ying Jiutian.

Ying Jiutian raised his eyebrows and shook his head, shouting, "You’re quite capable, kid, looks like I need to release more dogs."

With a wave of his hand, he let out all the Corpse Dogs in his Storage Ring, along with the ones outside, totaling nine.

The barrier was suddenly filled with barking as loud as thunder, enclosing Wang Jie from all directions.

The disciples outside cried out, "It’s over, it’s over, Senior Brother Wang Jie is definitely going to lose."

Some were excited, "I bet on Ying Jiutian, seems I had the foresight!"

"What foresight, a good half of us here placed bets on Ying Jiutian, alright!"

"Ah, our Chang’an Academy is being suppressed thoroughly. Even though we won, I don’t feel happy about it!"

A group of cultivators, after all students of Chang’an Academy, silently cheered for their Senior Brother in their hearts.

"Corpse Clan brat, what’s the meaning of releasing these dogs? Can’t we have a fair fight?"

Enraged, Wang Jie struck with his sword, pouring all his strength into a slash aimed at a Corpse Dog, splitting its body in half with a ’pfft’ sound.

His speed slowed, and he was scratched by a Corpse Dog’s claw, tearing his clothes and leaving a bloody mark on his skin.

The poison from the skeleton’s corpse was overwhelmingly vicious, instantly rushing into his bloodstream.

Steam rose from the wound, sizzling with heat.

Luckily, he had already refined the Great Roc Bloodline, otherwise he really wouldn’t have been able to resist the invasion of this corpse poison.

Ying Jiutian laughed loudly, "If you can’t beat me, just surrender and admit defeat. What’s the use of saying all this! These Corpse Dogs are not living creatures, they’re just my Magic Artifacts, if you’re capable, you could summon them too!"

His Mythical Beast Dharma Laksana atop his head roared fiercely, biting down on Wang Jie’s Great Roc Dharma Laksana, refusing to let go.

Wang Jie’s Great Roc Dharma Laksana reached out with its claws, scratching against the Mythical Beast’s body, creating a sound like metal scraping, trying to break through its scaled armor.

The two Dharma Laksanas clashed mightily in the air, but it caused Wang Jie’s Essential Qi to deplete rapidly, nearly leading to exhaustion.

Ying Jiutian was utterly at ease, simply engaging in a Dharma Laksana duel from afar, relying on the Corpse Dogs to attack Wang Jie.

The two of them exchanged blows, one rising, one falling.

Wang Jie’s complexion was deathly pale, evidently unable to hold on.

A Corpse Dog lunged and bit his foot, he roared loudly, and his Feather Sword suddenly struck down with fierce force.

The other Corpse Dogs took advantage of the opportunity to bite his limbs, body, and neck, splashing fresh blood from his body.

Liuu Jiangnan and the others outside yelled, "Quick, crush the Space-breaking Talisman and get out!"

"I hate this!"

Full of unwillingness, Wang Jie finally crushed the Space-breaking Talisman in his hand.

Within a swish, golden light swept him up, flinging him out of the barrier instantly, saving his life from the swarm of Corpse Dogs.

"Thinking of escaping like this?"

Ying Jiutian was relentless, emerging from the barrier as well, and stomped heavily on Wang Jie’s face.

The master in charge of supervision couldn’t bear to watch, yelling at Ying Jiutian, "Enough, do you intend to break the Academy rules?"

Ying Jiutian curled the corner of his mouth, "Elder master, he hasn’t admitted defeat. I’m not killing him, merely beating him up, can’t I do that?"

He pressed hard with his foot, distorting Wang Jie’s face.